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100 blog posts about patriarchal misogyny

Ok, so I am going to “start somewhere,” and try to start a blog where I make 100 posts in the year 2025 about sex, consent, and self worth as a pro-feminist, anti-capitalist, anti-authoritarian, cisgendered dude who has had fulfilling sexual relationships with women-identifying folks in a political and social environment that feels like it is giving itself over entirely to patriarchal misogyny. This very first one is just going to be pretty stream of conscious brain storming about topics I want to cover in these 100 blog posts, and why I am doing this, but probably in reverse order, and with no promises of covering every thing.

The elevator pitch for “why am I doing this?” is that I think the one place Donald Trump has really managed to succeed beyond what conservatives previously thought possible for themselves was to make blatantly self-serving, amoral, patriarchal misogyny a personal brand and unapologetically sell it to a generation of young men that were possibly on the cusp of questioning whether patriarchy still had anything to offer them at all anymore. I personally want to live in a world without patriarchy or misogyny, so I think it sucks to see so many young men repeating ideas that I thought we had maybe crushed by the early 2010s, but clearly I was wrong, and the reactionary surge of “Men’s Rights” bullshit and sexual predators knowingly being welcome back everywhere into positions of power and prestige in society is starting to feel like a giant, personal “fuck you” to the decades of work I did trying to address gender-based violence professionally and as a community organizer…as well, of course, as being really bad for the world as a whole. I think I will have to get into a lot more of that personal history in later blogs, but it is becoming abundantly clear that there has been a safe space of misogynistic ideas about gender and sexuality that has been cultivated on parts of the internet and social media that a lot of folks on the left wrote off as fringe and out of touch, and it has cost us dearly.

I think there are a lot of male-identified folks out there who wanted to discuss and explore sexual desire, especially their own developing sexual desire for women, and the only place where they were able to find those conversations happening in ways that felt authentic to their own experiences (and freely accessible) were in places on the internet dedicated to the manipulation and economic exploitation of insecure men craving access to what they identify as desirable female bodies. I am talking about the entire world of mainstream pornography (a massive, opaque economy built explicitly for the purpose of this kind of economic exploitation), but also a lot of “Men’s health industrial complex” type internet and social media stuff too, some of the worst of “gamergate” gamer culture, as well as grotesquely hypocritical patriarchal religious organizations and men’s social organizations as well. That is a big net, and it isn’t comprehensive. This also isn’t an attempt to cast blame on any one person or small group of people who participate in any one of these groups, or to pretend like the internet originated these places or even made them any worse than they were before the internet, but to acknowledge that Trumpist right-wing politics have massively benefited from targeting men through these internet platforms, and the left’s efforts to counter them or offer alternatives failed miserably, and without the left realizing how devastating this failure was going to be.

Like, I think a lot of leftists were like, “look! We are winning (changing ideas about what male identity and sexuality can be) in certain institutions like college campuses and some mainstream entertainment industries, so maybe we are winning with the youth overall?!” But the reality was that young men with questions about their own developing heterosexuality were not turning to college classrooms or mainstream entertainment industry giants like Disney to answer these questions. They were turning to free porn on the internet and community spaces where they felt like could talk to other people in similar situations about the kinds of sex (and the development of identities built upon that kind of sex) that were happening in that porn. And this isn’t even a trend unique to male centric conversations about heterosexual sex. The whole “what media appears free to the end user, and what media seems price prohibitive to the end user (especially when the end user is a minor with limited economic freedom)?” is problematic in everything from news media to even academic research media literacy. Ivory Towers of knowledge and wisdom are getting torn down across the world because there is easy money and power in doing it, and “Anti-Woke” misogynistic gender ideology is only one of these easy paths to money and control over a population of people with a lot of political power and capacity for extremist violence.

But it is the one that I think I have spent a lot of time learning about and trying to respond to in the past, and so I want to write a ton of blogs (like 100 in 1 year) that adress the kinds of questions that patriarchal misogyny has created a monopoly on answering for many young men. Maybe in the process of sharing these writings with you all as an audience, and possibly inspiring some of y’all to respond back or start conversations about these topics within communities you are more comfortable communicating within, we can start building a more effective response than we’ve done in the past.

So why am I doing this? Because I think the left (and specifically folks who identify as men on the left, because this isn’t another job we need to push off on women or nonbinary folks, expecting them to do this labor for free) needs to talk about how we talk about sex and with whom we have been including and excluding from those conversations. This is an ambitious project, and I have struggled to do any writing of any significance in the year and a half since my son was born, but by putting the goal out here in cyber space, maybe it will push me to be more accountable to myself, and to this project. Feel free to reach out with questions, suggestions, or encouragements to keep going on this project!

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Bathroom Battles: Public outrage over private parts and spaces

Meaningless side note: I wanted to be clever and call this a “shitty essay” but I don’t really intend to be that crass, so it is a title that would overhype the content. It very well could be shitty for many other reasons than talking about bodily functions but now you have a good sense of the kind of conversation that might be headed your way.

It might seem like any visibly able-bodied, cis, white dude would have minimal stakes in the political conversation around the gendering of bathrooms, and would thus be a voice that might be best ignored. I think that is a perfectly fair position to take and if you read nothing more I have to say, let me at least go out saying: denying anyone the use of a restroom in which they can comfortably do the things required of being a human is to deny that person the right to exist in public space. That is my thesis and the rest of this is just explaining how and why I know this. So if you are still reading this essay, let me try to explain why hearing about schools/institutions/governments trying to police bathroom usage feels incredibly personal to me, even beyond the fact that many people I love and care about are directly coming under attack just for existing. 

You see, I have a relatively invisible disability/health issue. It is something that might have been an issue for decades, but is becoming more and more difficult for me to ignore, and something I need to stop feeling shame and disgust over. Whether it is allergies, or a food sensitivity, or something else (I am still having difficulty figuring it out exactly), there are foods that I love and want to eat that cause me a great deal of gastrointestinal distress.

For a very long time in my life, it was not something that took up much of my mental space, until I went on a camping trip where I did something to cause a anal skin abrasion, which led to an abscess, which led to a fistula, which led to colorectal surgery, that led to a very real possibility of incontinence at some points in my future/present. I really just cannot physically hold it in like I could before the surgery. As a result, not really understanding what causes me gastrointestinal distress creates very many stressful situations in my life. If there is not reliable access to a restroom within a few minutes walk of wherever I am, where I can comfortably take a shit without making my asshole the center of whatever social situation I am trying to be a part of, I do not feel welcome in that space. I pretty much have to divulge this information when attending any events, conferences, or even in just general social outings. In my daily life, I not only have to try to be very cognizant of what I am eating to a level that is nearly impossible to observe completely, but I also have to carefully pay attention to where restrooms are that can accommodate my needs, which can really complicate things like riding the bus/light rail, taking my dog for a walk, and you know, just existing in public. Preparing to become a parent, and knowing that I am going to have to be responsible for taking care of the needs of another human being while also having restrictions on what I can do myself is a source of fear and anxiety, and made this an issue that I can’t just try to hold inside any longer. 

This changing sense of identity, from “independent white guy” to “disabled future father,” has really crystallized my understanding that public restrooms in the United States are sites of class, race, gender, and ability conflict. Yes, this is me being slow to the conversation, as bathrooms always have been the site of this conflict, because one of the easiest ways of segregating spaces is to just make someone feel uncomfortable existing in that space. Completely ignoring the long history of racism and ableism and sexism and class war that has happened over restrooms, you can see this in contemporary news articles all the time. Cities like Seattle are in a constant battle between businesses, city governments, and city residents to provide restroom services that make a space inviting to the people that different interests want occupying that space. Many cities during the pandemic cut off access to public restrooms, if they even had public restrooms in many parts of their cities, and pretty much expected local businesses to pick up the slack. Most local businesses will have a “customers only” policy, if they provide a restroom at all, as many will use “homelessness and drug use” in the area as justification for shutting down their restrooms as often as possible. And honestly, I understand why. Cleaning restrooms when you are getting paid minimum wage sucks. Cleaning restrooms when you have multiple retail responsibilities at the same time is nearly impossible because, to clean restrooms safely and effectively, it takes time and attention. When public restrooms become one of the only accessible spaces for private activities, they become sites of conflict between all the stakeholders that need or desire private space in public. 

This is why gendering bathrooms along a restrictive and uncompromising gender binary is very close to the same problem as segregating bathrooms along racial binaries. Because human beings require bathrooms to exist, and because controlling who feels welcome and comfortable walking into a space and using the restroom controls who is welcome to be in that space.  When the idea of someone else using the same restroom as you are using makes you feel uncomfortable, whether that is because of the person’s, racial, gender, ability, or class position in relationship to your own, it makes you question whether you feel like you can belong in a space. 

The really fucked up part of this whole situation of “bathrooms as sites of social conflict” are an entirely manufactured infrastructural issue. We build bathrooms in public spaces intentionally to act as gates to limit physical and social access to those spaces. Very few people who design commercial or institutional spaces prioritize making restrooms that feel comfortable and safe to anyone who might use them. Anyone who has even temporarily experienced a disability that affects bathroom usage can tell you this from experience. Restrooms that are designed to make their users feel comfortable and safe are luxuries to be economically exploited and not an inherent protection of human dignity. If we actually treated using the restroom as a fundamental right of human existence, then the situations that lead to anyone feeling uncomfortable in a restroom could easily be fixed at an architectural design level.   I say easily, but that might be a little misleading, given the extent to which governments, businesses, and institutions generally have relied on architecture, and especially the architecture of the restroom, to gatekeep who uses built spaces and for what purposes. Even building better bathrooms doesn’t do anything if those bathrooms are not adequately maintained and thus there are not necessarily one time investitures that could fix all the ways that bathrooms are used to exclude those whom society wants to erase, but the foundational problem is literally structural in nature. If bathrooms were actually seen as public spaces for the basic protection of human dignity then they could be constructed to provide everyone enough privacy where it would not matter who was doing what in that space when you were not occupying it. But because bathrooms are not those spaces, but rather spaces of social and economic control, provided in as minimal a function as possible to prevent large scale public health crises, they will continue to be battle zones over the right of basic existence.

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RIP SPITZ

Mark Spitzer, king of the party, getting ready to tell me the story of “Pressing Brat in Paris.”

When I emailed Mark Spitzer out of the blue, asking him to write the forward for my one and only novel, I Fucked Up, I had not spoken with him for over 5 years. I reached out confidently, cockily even, as just an “old student of yours.” Not really mentioning the depths of our already complicated relationship as much more than student and teacher.  

This has always been my style: hide the messy bits in fantasy, mystery or razzle-dazzle unless there was something to be gained from slopping the carcass down on the kitchen table and inviting everyone to dig into the guts. Spitzer though was always the exact opposite. He never hid the messy bits. 

I dodged explaining myself or where I had been for the intervening years, simply stating that “I had returned from my mission with most of my original body parts intact and a manuscript for a book that I think I am about ready to share with the world.” I told him that I needed a forward “written by someone who finds these collected words and thinks there is value in exposing them(selves?) to the world.”  That was pretty much it, I had reached out to a past Frenemy/mentor/ideological rival with a banal and vague request for his time and ended my email with just an afterthought, “Also, how is life?”

Spitzer, as he always seemed to do with requests for help, replied with a “Sure thing, send it my way,” and I went from living in a garage in Southern California, with plans of becoming an itinerant inventor and salesmen, to being asked to be the graduate student assistant at The Toad Suck Review, pursuing my MFA in creative writing at the University of Central Arkansas. I had to get my application materials prepared while I drove across the Southwest on a road trip with my ex’s son, arranging to take the GRE along the way, with everything I owned, again, condensed to the space of my trunk. All in all, a pretty typical state of affairs for my life, and one that Spitzer never blinked an eye at.

When I had formally been accepted to UCA’s grad school, Spitzer put me up in his house until I got a side-hustle picking up dog shit at a local vet clinic so I could afford to get a place of my own. That is always who Spitzer will be to me: The guy you can intellectually beef with over the secrets of the universe, not speak to in 5 years, and immediately be there to help pick you back up when you might be spiraling harder and faster than you ever might realize.

Yeah, in my head I know he is now gone, and those helping hands have lost their rugged, outdoorsy form, but I feel them still in my heart, around my shoulder, offering my sell-out-self a beer, a joint, and place to stay warm in the cold embrace of infinity.

RIP Mark, and thanks for all the fish. 

Benjamin C. Roy Cory Garrett